How do I find time in the day for all of this? 13 episodes, 45 minutes each, a movie, and also seeing an old friend. Add also sleeping in sufficiently, at least until noon.
Those are my days, filled with story arcs and dreams of returning to my dear friends. I am stuffing myself, gluttonous, on media in all it's forms.
I don't talk to anyone about it really. I'm being selfish, or I don't know anyone that I feel would listen sufficiently.
You see, no one really listens to me. I'm their friend, I'm important to them, but somehow they just don't hear me. They forget about me, they carry on.
My friends are untrustworthy. I have "delusions of grandeur." I am paranoid and diagnosing myself via these symptoms that barely even exist.
Did you know that these things exist in all of us? It just takes some weight given to them, someone beleiving that something is wrong, you see..
I am rambling. It's alright. You aren't meant to understand what I am saying.
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Everyone says I sound so depressed, manic, on the internet and on the phone when I talk about myself. Reading back over this entry, I see it clearly.
But the truth is, I feel fine. I'm content with things right now. I'm not sad, I'm not in pain. I'm just thinking. You can't say I sound so sad unless you don't understand how I'm happy or serious.
Damn, I can't think of any kind of closer.
